Chapter 51: Burn You Wicked

Ling Xi laughed, "What? Normal? What is that? Have you ever seen your true self? ”

Seeing that Yeming was so silent, but he was so crazy, Ling Xi restrained his wanton laughter, turned his wild laughter into loud laughter, small laughter, and then held back his laughter and took another sip of wine.

Late at night, the liquor enters the intestines, the taste is refreshing!

Has he ever been normal? It really doesn't seem to be.

Tonight's Ling Xi has a lot of words.

Tonight's night is exceptionally quiet.

On the grass under the moonlight, two people drank and chanted the moon, which was particularly pleasant. Before you know it, it's late at night.

This night passed exceptionally fast.

……

Ching Shin Yuan.

Not wanting to alarm the lemon fragrance, Luo Tian put on his shoes lightly, didn't even turn on the light, and walked out quickly.

Luo Tiantian found that since she was beaten up, Yeming had removed the two guards guarding the gate in Qingxin Garden.

Luo poured out a strange feeling in his heart, not knowing whether he should cry or laugh. At least, she's on the board...... Not in vain!

Standing in front of Yeming's study, seeing that the lights inside were not on, Luo Tiantian remembered that she had just smashed a hole in the roof of Yeming's study the night before yesterday, and it was estimated that it hadn't been repaired yet, and Yeming shouldn't be here now.

Luo Tiantian walked a few steps, looked inside at the window, and then the silver glow of the moonlight, she could see in a daze that there was indeed no one inside.

In the middle of the night, not here, it must be in the courtyard where he lives, Luo Qian thought, and walked towards the bedroom not far from the study.

The night she first broke into the Prince's Mansion, she had a fever in the middle of the night, and when she woke up the next day, she slept on the bed in Yeming's bedroom, so Luo Tiantian still had a little impression of this place.

In the dormitory, it was also pitch black, and the lights were not turned on. From the outside, you can see that the curtains in the house are drawn.

After all, it's late now, Yeming must have slept, right?

Luo Tiantian thought like this, she didn't plan to go in and inspect it again, she believed that Yeming would definitely be inside.

Hmph, this girl will burn down your nest today, burn you to death, a demon, and eliminate harm for the people!

Luo poured a fire and threw it over, and slowly, the fire burned bigger and bigger, and the surroundings were steaming.

Hahahaha, Yeming, you just wait to die! You can't get along with this girl first, so don't blame me for being ruthless!

Don't worry, for the sake of you beating this girl, every year and today at this moment in the future, this girl will burn more paper money for you, and you will definitely be able to be prosperous and rich in the underworld of the Yin Dynasty, so you can go with peace of mind!

It was late at night, and the few maids in the prince's mansion had fallen asleep, and she was the only one to appreciate the fire here, which was simply wonderful.

The wind is blowing, and the fire is more intense.

Luo Tiantian stood here for a long time, watching with his own eyes as the surging tongues of fire gradually surrounded the scenery in front of him.

The bright fire illuminates the surroundings exceptionally brightly.

It's just that such a place of flowers and grass seems to be extremely inconsistent with this savage raging fire.

In fact, having done such a big loss, Luo Tiantian is still a little weak-hearted. She was sick from the scorching fire.

She felt that she had committed an unpardonable sin. However, it's been done anyway, and there's no way to change it, even if you blame her, it's useless.

Later, I don't know how long it took, it seemed that she was too much of a movement here to disturb the little girl, and someone came, holding a bucket and anxiously shouting to put out the fire.

It's just that this fire is monstrous, and what should be burned here and what shouldn't be burned is burning just right. These firefighting guys are one step slower after all.

Night, it's over.